In 2002 we ran away from Illinois where we were born and raised, and started a new life in SW Florida. This blog is about me (an eccentric old artist), ROM (my Real Old Man), Isabella (our neurotic Standard Poodle) and Emmy (our crazy snake killing Jack Russell Terrier). Oh- and the neighborhood old people. Life is good in Florida!


Sunday, November 18, 2012

Bertha and Walter Move In

Bertha and Walter are a couple of snowbirds that have been wintering here for several years now. They're very annoying and obnoxious. As hard as ROM and I try to avoid them, they just won't be ignored. They always make themselves visible- they're the in-your-face type. They even try to get into the photos we take. It's always a shock when I down load photos from my camera and see them staring back. We are so relieved every spring when they disappear and pray they won't return the following winter. 

Unlike in the past, when spring arrived this year Walter and Bertha didn't leave. Every week we expected them to be gone but day after day we continued to see them. It was finally obvious they weren't leaving and intended to spend the summer here. I finally told ROM that since they were hanging around all summer we might as well embrace and befriend them. We really tried to make the best of the situation but we haven't been able to warm up to them. They're just so unattractive and offensive. 

Last week ROM had his yearly check up and his doctor pointed out he'd gained 10 lbs since a year ago. ROM laughed, patted his belly and said "Oh, you mean Walter? Yeah, he usually leaves every spring and doesn't come back until after I've had my check up in the fall. But this year he spent the summer so you're meeting him for the first time."  

Lord help us for we are truly pathetic- yes, we named our winter fat. For the past five years or so we've gained the same ten pounds every winter. As soon as the weather begins to warm up each spring we diet like crazy to lose them before swimsuit time. Though annoying, we always manage to get rid of them... until this past spring. Those damn ten pounds have taken up residence like frigging squatters and refuse to leave so we thought we might as well name them. Now here we are heading into winter still wearing Walter and Bertha, the dirty rotten bastards. I'll probably even have to buy clothes for them. I see a golf cart in our near future...


  1. HAH! Bertha and Walter have really grown on ya huh? LOL

    1. Yes, Bertha and Walter have made themselves at home. I keep hinting that they need to leave but they just ignore me.

  2. LOL!! I so love you and ROM!!

    1. LOL! I just fed Bertha some mac & cheese for a bedtime snack. Walter didn't get any because he had already gone to bed.


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